Unused material…

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It was there for the first time, he was spoken to and rather warmly by the strange and unorthodox guard known only as ‘Deathmus.’

‘Deathmus’ was an unusual guard (in that he had a name at all), if not a guy who felt a little different than the rest of the lunkheads who carried out orders. He swung his axe different. Cuffed the prisoners different. He moved to a different set of beats. He wore a mask like most of his contemporaries and wore chain mail like most of his contemporaries and made no sound during the carrying out of the execution like most of his contemporaries, but where he became quite different is the moment before someone’s head went rolling—completely surprising everyone by tugging off his mask, revealing his identity and going “Ha!” Continue reading Unused material…

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The story of Mr. & Mrs. Elizabeth Pender

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To be honest is to be stupid. Unless you don’t care about losing.

I don’t know that I can do this anymore and I’ll tell you why. I see you. I like you. I kiss you. I think of you when you’re not around. Then there’s a point in the evening when I just want to go home. I’m done playing. I’m done being the person I am with you. But you’re sleeping over and I know that. So when we get home Continue reading The story of Mr. & Mrs. Elizabeth Pender